Fish Hook Lake in the background about 5 miles into a 29 mile slog through the mountains just northwest of Steamboat Springs, CO. I think I only have about 50 out of the 150 mosquito bites at this point and am feeling pretty good. My GPS recorded 6332 feet of climbing for the day- no wonder I felt a bit cooked afterward. 6332 is completely inaccurate- but that's for another rant.
I was seeking an Epic Day (ride request from Orange Peel bike shop in town) as a goodbye and hello of sorts for life at the moment. Thought about Francine and Shannon while gazing at a few more lakes like the one shown and Francine especially at a pond full of croaking frogs. Perhaps that would have been her next vocal experimentation?
Where does one go from here?
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